[Rocket stays close by, which may be to support Prompto and may be because the deeper they go, the harder the oppressiveness of this place presses in on him. This sucks for both of them, honestly. If he had his druthers, Rocket would rather not see the Hells the people he genuinely likes come from.]

I hope not. [Words he never thought he'd say.] Maybe they can't even see us. I've been in a few where nobody reacted at all, and it just played out no matter how much you tried to stop it.

[But even knowing that, he still keeps his voice down. This is not an ideal situation to be made out to be a liar in.] Not bein' able to stop it is bad enough.